I'm a huge video game fanatic, I think I got that from my father. The tales of him beating games the same day they were released and playing games with his feet on a playstation fight pad. But flash forward to my time, I started my gaming life with Super Mario 64 something I to this day consider one of the best games I’ve ever played but that may be some of my gamer loyalty showing. Going over to my neighbors house to play sonic 3D Blast also became one of those staples of my early gaming life time Even Mario Kart and Diddy Kong Racing amused me to the night playing my little brother and oldest sister into the night.
This love of gaming has followed me my entire life from that Christmas with my first PS2 under the tree to just a few hours ago working on the only fighter I may actually have a chance at winning a small tournament at, Tekken 6, but still getting destroyed on the rare occasion I go online. From the late night halo sessions to a Skate 3 session on the After Dark DLC, I try to stay varied in my games. I always loved football so Madden was one of my few games of choice but now I expanded to FIFA after the world cup. I've interested my self in the music genre from DDR GH3 and have had my eye on Rock Band 3 since E3, and DJ hero since the E3 before that. But being raised on platformers I was pressed for Galaxy 2 and the new sonic in its 2D awesomeness when ever and if its still coming out.
And my sister and I are trying to become antique game and console collectors. She’s on the the hunt to play Super Mario Bros on the original NES and I want to play all the great games I've missed over the years due to lack of funds and create one of the greatest game collections of all time. Maybe even create a museum or lab for game studies one day or maybe just some arcades because I think if them as great social environments for gamers next to game stores. But for now, I'm stuck trying to organize a game literacy showcase and the gaming club that can host this at my school. I have a few games and gaming associated projects in mind. And once again another post.
Well I know this seems really personal but gaming has played a huge part in my life Even in the toughest of time it provided a refuge where anything was possible by just inserting a new disk. Its also an virtual wasteland where competition and aggression can be released without any consequence other than within the game. Its also a platform for creativity and discovery for designer and player. The virtual world provides so much for the people that it would be a shame just to disregard it as childish fun. Personally I encourage adults to play games as they age. I would love to play some senior citizen one day that could beat me at Halo or Madden. I just find it a shame that some of the people nowadays that played video games during there childhood. But I'm going to try my best to keep my love of gaming until I'm playing my grandchildren years from now.But until then my fellow and prospective gamers, live to play and play to live.
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Welcome to The Renaissance…well…kinda
Thank you for coming out tonight.well this morning or any other time you decide to come read this. I created this blog to talk about my view on a lot of stuff: Video games, music, poetry(when I bother to write it), society and any other random idea that wanders in to my head. Comments are welcome and encouraged so if you don’t like me bash me at will. And yeah i should have made this the first post but like it really matters Anything you want me to check out just chuck me an email at ronaldstrong1993@gmail.com .Thank you for your time see you next time
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
After the “Happily Ever After”…
If you don't know me, let me introduce myself. I'm Ronald Strong , a senior at Oxon Hill High School, diehard gamer and aspiring game developer, and music fanatic. I have my socially awkward moments but hey that's high school. Then there’s the point you get to know me and I turn out to be a great person……..
Really did you really think this blog was going to be that cliqued. But odds are if your reading this you already know who I am, the silent guy with big ideas. I though of this as a way to kind of get those ideas out there. I know this isn’t da Vinci level thinking and the title is a little cocky but at least its 1.5 and not 2.0 which would imply this is the rebirth instead of the work in progress I intended.
But getting back on subject, I want the people who bothered to read this to know who I am and where I came from. Born in Washington DC to the son of drug dealer you think I would end up as some crack head or something but we were one of the lucky ones. My dad knew to get out and stashed a ton of money away for us. I would tell you more but most of that happened before I was born and that “ganstarella” story is for an other post. He started a flooring company and we were getting a steady clean income. So, as you could assume, as a child I was fairly spoiled. But i never really got to experience him as a father in my memorable life. He passed December of 1995 about 2 and a half years after my birth and less than a year for my little brother. And after all his drug activity years after he stopped he dies in a car jacking working in Baltimore working the flooring business. Fucked up, right? Going up that long without a father is bound to affect something but growing up the way I did that was just the way it was.
My mom shut down the business in for a while after the car jacking. Who wouldn’t after something like that? And she’s one of the best salespersons I’ve seen. We just bought a new house in a pretty loaded area and mortgage payments were catching up. She fended of the bills well for a few years but after 9/11 things started piling up. No one was buying flooring and at that time this was about the time I met on of the coolest people I know, a man I simply knew as Nick. He was an immigrant from Bulgaria and probably only person that knew about how bad things were getting. He rented out a room in our house that helped support the family live on with our normal level of comfort. But even paradise’s oasis dries out when over taped. And this houses well dried just in time for summer with no power or gas. That was one of the roughest summers I had in my life but cooking by propane stoves is all that bad when we got down to it. Their just wasn’t much to do.
But when things go to bad, we had to move. I know I’ve lived in different houses before but this house was the only house I've truly ever known. But my mom took it way harder than me. This was one of her last connections to my father and I don't blame her for not wanting to go but we couldn’t we afford to stay there. But at least we didn’t move far, just a few streets over. Hopefully everything would go back to normal but what in the hell is normal now a days. But now, the lack power and gas this time lasted through the winter. We have been through winters this bad before and by now we already new how to live on. But this time I was in high school I took refuge from my situation at home in school with my friends. That may have been the coldest winter but probably one of the best times during my time in high school.
That should catch everyone up to my current status in high school scratch the failed relationships, the ones that never got started and other stuff over the past 2 years I’m really not going to get into or at least not this entry. So thank you for reading this mildly depressing story on my life and I look to bring you better times going forward.
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
PS I’ve actually have been doing that since freshman year.
Really did you really think this blog was going to be that cliqued. But odds are if your reading this you already know who I am, the silent guy with big ideas. I though of this as a way to kind of get those ideas out there. I know this isn’t da Vinci level thinking and the title is a little cocky but at least its 1.5 and not 2.0 which would imply this is the rebirth instead of the work in progress I intended.
But getting back on subject, I want the people who bothered to read this to know who I am and where I came from. Born in Washington DC to the son of drug dealer you think I would end up as some crack head or something but we were one of the lucky ones. My dad knew to get out and stashed a ton of money away for us. I would tell you more but most of that happened before I was born and that “ganstarella” story is for an other post. He started a flooring company and we were getting a steady clean income. So, as you could assume, as a child I was fairly spoiled. But i never really got to experience him as a father in my memorable life. He passed December of 1995 about 2 and a half years after my birth and less than a year for my little brother. And after all his drug activity years after he stopped he dies in a car jacking working in Baltimore working the flooring business. Fucked up, right? Going up that long without a father is bound to affect something but growing up the way I did that was just the way it was.
My mom shut down the business in for a while after the car jacking. Who wouldn’t after something like that? And she’s one of the best salespersons I’ve seen. We just bought a new house in a pretty loaded area and mortgage payments were catching up. She fended of the bills well for a few years but after 9/11 things started piling up. No one was buying flooring and at that time this was about the time I met on of the coolest people I know, a man I simply knew as Nick. He was an immigrant from Bulgaria and probably only person that knew about how bad things were getting. He rented out a room in our house that helped support the family live on with our normal level of comfort. But even paradise’s oasis dries out when over taped. And this houses well dried just in time for summer with no power or gas. That was one of the roughest summers I had in my life but cooking by propane stoves is all that bad when we got down to it. Their just wasn’t much to do.
But when things go to bad, we had to move. I know I’ve lived in different houses before but this house was the only house I've truly ever known. But my mom took it way harder than me. This was one of her last connections to my father and I don't blame her for not wanting to go but we couldn’t we afford to stay there. But at least we didn’t move far, just a few streets over. Hopefully everything would go back to normal but what in the hell is normal now a days. But now, the lack power and gas this time lasted through the winter. We have been through winters this bad before and by now we already new how to live on. But this time I was in high school I took refuge from my situation at home in school with my friends. That may have been the coldest winter but probably one of the best times during my time in high school.
That should catch everyone up to my current status in high school scratch the failed relationships, the ones that never got started and other stuff over the past 2 years I’m really not going to get into or at least not this entry. So thank you for reading this mildly depressing story on my life and I look to bring you better times going forward.
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
PS I’ve actually have been doing that since freshman year.
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